Photo shoots, Interviews, and Parliament meetings on his rampant un-seemingly royal behavior. Prince Jeon Jungkook wanted nothing more than to be a young man and do what he saw everyone else doing. Maybe not everything else but…the freedom, that’s what he craved. To come and go as he pleased, to dance the night away, to kiss a stranger, to sleep on a beach and awake to seagulls in the pink morning light.
All without his father King Kim Namjoon the Second breathing down his neck, and his uncle’s the Archdukes Seokjin and Hoseok watching silently pleading with him to behave, despite their words.
“There’s a time and a place for everything, Jungkook.” His uncle Hoseok chided him.
“Getting caught up with that girl! In an alleyway of all places.” Uncle Seokjin shook his head, fanning himself with a wide, pink colored fan.
“I’m 19.” The Prince offered in his own defense. “Can’t you let me just-”
Namjoon was furious. Standing up from his throne, his finger pointed at his son. “I will not let you be the reason people laugh at this kingdom. You will not be the ruin of our line!”
The hall fell silent as Jungkook’s chest rose and fell harshly. “Then perhaps you should choose another heir.”
The electric feeling in the air zipped between the men, as his uncles stirred uncomfortably. Clearing his throat Hoseok was about to say something when Namjoon held up his hand.
“What did you say boy?” He descended the stairs slowly, clenching his teeth as his finger shook in anger. “Speak, boy!”
“I am not a dog!” Jungkook yelled. His head held low, he took a deep breath angry eyes staring at his father. “Let me live! What am I doing that is so wrong? How and what have I done to make you disagree with everything I do, have done or will do? It’s obvious I am not your first choice to be king, so why even argue with me?” Fists clenched, Jungkook’s face was a light pink in color.
Standing in front of his son, Namjoon only saw pain he didn’t know what to do or say. The pain between them was something that neither would speak of, and yet their strained relationship was becoming something more public each day. The fire between them couldn’t be quelled and Namjoon wondered where had it all gone wrong?
“Get out of my face and out of my sight.” Words spat from Namjoon’s mouth as he turned his face from his son.
Scoffing, Jungkook walked briskly from the hall, not looking at either of his uncles. “Nothing new.”
The door slammed behind Jungkook, and Namjoon turned on his heel seething as he sat back down. “Don’t say anything to me, I don’t want to hear it just go.”
“Well you’re going to hear something from me.” Seokjin started. “This is ridiculous, more and more often you’re butting heads and I can’t keep walking on eggshells around here. He’s your son.”
“Jin.” Namjoon cautioned.
“Jin what? You know I’m right.” His brother challenged.
The doors boomed open once more, and standing in a fiery red dress to match her attitude stood her majesty, the Queen Amaya. One attendant behind her, she took a deep breath hands folded neatly in front of her stomach. “He’s back what? Two weeks, and you just can’t help but to run him off again.”
Approaching Hoseok and Seokjin they bowed at her, receiving no pomp and circumstance but angry hands ordering them up. “I don’t have time for this shit Namjoon, you and that attitude and whatever hostility this is against my son will stop today.”
Namjoon smiled, the one thing he never wanted to do was piss her off. She was a time bomb wrapped in an ingenious aristocratic package. “Baby.” He pleaded. “This is nothing, calm down.”
She had been staring at Namjoon, but now she turned her head to regard the Archdukes, her voice cold. “Leave.”
Grabbing Seokjin’s arm, Hoseok scrambled from the room, letting the door close softly behind them.
“Get off of that throne and talk to me like I’m your wife, not your subject.” Her dark brown eyes searched his very soul, and Namjoon knew better than to disobey her now.
Walking down the dais, he clasped his hands behind his back. “Amaya, I have tried everything-”
She scoffed, silver trinkets clinking in her curls. “You don’t talk to him. You hardly know him. You haven’t tried anything.”
“So you know my son better than I do?” He questioned.
“Who has been here since he was six months old? Who has he called eomma since he could talk?” Facing Namjoon, she could be every bit of imposing as he could, her breasts rising and falling in the neckline of her dress. “Do not try to act like you have jurisdiction on him just because he is your seed.”
She was a true alpha, a woman demanding of respect and Namjoon found himself weakening under her stare. “Amaya, you know that isn’t what I mean.” He tried to take her hand only for her to snatch it back.
“Talk to him. You scream, you don’t talk. Then when he is talking you hear him, but you don’t listen. You let him get out just enough to satisfy what you already know and then go in on him. I love you Namjoon, but you need to tell me the truth.”
“About what?” He was tired, he needed to sit down and the dais was the only place, holding his head in his hands, Namjoon just wanted this day to be over.
“How you feel about Jungkook. How you treat him…does this have to do with his mother?” She felt nothing in asking him that, there was no stab of pain, no jealousy. Honestly, the way they treated each other something had to be going on.
Just thinking about her caused Namjoon a headache, the strife between them. His eyes found Amaya’s, her expression blank and unwavering. “No.”
If he was lying she couldn’t find it. Crouching down her flowing dress hid her legs, knees on the floor she took Namjoon’s hand in her own. “Then what is it? You’re pushing him away, I’ve said this time and time again. You will push him until he’s gone. He is your son, he is your only heir.”
“Amaya.” Namjoon cautioned, as he pulled her up with him. “I will fix this, we will fix this but stop.”
“How?” Her anger was back. “You push and push until everyone is on the edge and there is nothing else. The girl? Did you know about the girl?”
He nearly spat thinking about Jungkook’s latest escapade. “He will not see her again.”
Amaya couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Why? Because you say so? You tell him no he will run to her! What is wrong with you? What is wrong with her?”
“She is no one!” Namjoon yelled. “She is not good enough for my son. She will not be in this house, she is a commoner, she has no standing.”
Amaya blinked, at first she sought to figure out who exactly he was talking to, and then she felt anger for the girl. In love, caught up in palace scandal with only Jungkook it seemed on her side. “No one wanted you with me.” She whispered, reminding Namjoon of her place now.
“You are aristocratic Amaya, don’t compare yourself…”
Closing her eyes Amaya took a deep breath. “You don’t see what Jungkook sees because you refuse to.” Turning from the hall she began to walk out before stopping, her stance turned towards Namjoon, she pointed a single finger at him. “Fix this before you come to me.” The threat hung in the air, he knew what she meant.
As the doors closed behind her, Hoseok still stood there, hands clapsed behind his back now. “Nothing solved of course.”
Amaya rolled her eyes. “Of course not. So pig headed. Let me guess what that is? A file on the girl?”
“Allow me the first guess, you didn’t tell him did you?” Hoseok’s eyes wandered over her midsection.
“No. I’ve lost three and this isn’t the time. Is that her file? Instead of talking to Jungkook, you indulge him.” She sighed, hand pinching between her eyes. “Typical.”
Grinning at her Hoseok bowed to her, as he gestured for the doors to be opened. “Go get some rest your majesty, I think we’ll all need it soon.”
Tag! @pocinamedia you’re it! (no idea what to title this, I’m open to ideas)